Nevertheless, I am not wrong.

"I'll tell you eventually." That was her fiancé's catchphrase. After waiting for years, attempting to talk countless times, and being told by those around her— "You should have endured it," "Everything will work out once you mature," —the Countess's daughter, Elicia, continued to hear these words. But she did not stay silent. She cried, she raged, she spoke until there was nothing left to say, and yet still—her conclusion remained unwavering. What was wrong was not that she had gotten angry. It was that she had continued. Emotional, loud, troublesome woman. Even as she was called such, she decided her own life for herself. This is not the story of a young lady who quietly endures. This is the story of a woman who spoke freely, never hid her emotions, and still made no mistake.